Allergies to wind buds, in Song Anyang's hometown, very few people will go to the doctor and use the medicine in moderation.

It is customary to take tea leaves or take dried wormwood to wash it.

Song Jiancheng was not satisfied with Pei Yue's water and soil, and he was very concerned about the matter of wind buds, not only went to other people's houses to ask for some wormwood, but also soaked the wormwood water and brought it to Pei Yue.

Pei Yue stared at the black, black tea-like thing, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he didn't rush to put his hand down, just stood aside, staring at the wormwood water in the basin.

Song Jiancheng saw that Pei Yue didn't start to wash it for a long time, as if he saw what the kid was thinking, he stretched out and pushed Pei Yue, and said, "Don't dare, this thing works very well." ”

After that, Song Jiancheng took Pei Yue's hand and wanted to press it down.

However, there is a huge disparity in strength between the two, if Pei Yue is unwilling, Song Jiancheng will not be able to hold down his hand.

But in the end, it was the intention of the elders, and Pei Yue finally obediently put his hand into the water.

The water temperature is moderate, the medicinal effect is mild, and there is not much feeling on the hands, but the situation of soaking in this water is a little weird.

Song Jiancheng saw that the child obediently put his hand in, and then happily said: "It's best to soak for forty minutes, if you can't wait, at least soak for twenty minutes." After finishing speaking, Song Jiancheng paused, and finally said: "I still have to go to work, you can soak in the time, just pour the water." ”

After finishing speaking, Song Jiancheng patted Pei Yue on the shoulder, there is a big pair, the young man should be obedient, don't be coquettish, waste a piece of his mind.

When Pei Yue heard Song Jiancheng say this, he bowed his head slightly, quite obedient, and slowly replied: "Got it, Dad." With that, the man stared at Song Jiancheng and watched him leave.

Song Jiancheng heard Pei Yue call her father, nodded happily and turned to leave.

When Song Jiancheng walked away, Pei Yue's gaze stopped at the pot of wormwood again, and his dark eyes were quenched with a warm color......

At this time, Pei Yue is still soaking in wormwood water.

Song Anyang, who got up in the morning, opened his eyes and didn't see Pei Yue, so he went downstairs and looked around for the man.

When she was in the backyard, she saw the man standing half-bent over the abandonment table, his face was slightly sluggish, and he walked over.

The first thing I saw was the dotted red pimples on the man's hand, which looked a little numb and terrifying, especially when the man's fair complexion was commensurate with the red bumps in front of him, it was really a little unbearable.

Later, what I saw was the wormwood water under the man's hand, soaked quite thickly, black and red.

The woman stared at the man's hand, glanced at the beard for a moment, and then raised her head to look at the man's slightly haggard face, and then asked: "Are you not used to the water and soil?" ”

Before coming, Song Anyang hadn't thought about this problem, but now when he saw Pei Yue's appearance, he remembered it.

Pei Yue usually lives too delicately, and it is not surprising that he is not accustomed to the water and soil on their side.

However, his current appearance is thousands of times better than Song Anyang's first visit to the capital when he was not adapted.

When Pei Yue heard Song Anyang's question, a look of shame welled up on his face, and he bowed his head slightly, obviously feeling that a big man was embarrassed to have adverse reactions.

The woman was a little ashamed when she saw the man, her eyes were slightly sluggish, and the corners of her mouth raised a smile; Hesitating, she stretched out her hand to help the man wash the red bumps on his hands, but as soon as her hand reached in, she seemed to think of something, and said: "By the way, my aunt's house is going to invite you to dinner at noon today, if you can't drink, don't drink anymore." ”

After that, Song Anyang remembered the situation where the man was full of wine yesterday.

Although the man's voice was still clear, he must have been drunk, otherwise he wouldn't even be willing to get up and take a shower.

Thinking of this, Song Anyang felt that Pei Yue still didn't take a sip of wine.

Otherwise, all the relatives in her family, one of them toasted him, and he would have to be even more drunk than yesterday.

She doesn't like men getting drunk, and she doesn't like men to smell of alcohol.

When the man heard the woman's words, he looked sideways at the woman, turned his head back, and bowed his head slightly, which was considered to be understood.

Wine is for tasting, not for drinking.

Even though Pei Yue once followed Mr. Pei, he did have some research on liquor.

But yesterday at the table, he really didn't dare to compliment everyone's opinions on drinking.

The man nodded in response, and Song Anyang continued, helping the man wash his hands with allergies.

After soaking her hands, Song Anyang brought out the tea eggs and glutinous rice cakes prepared by her mother before going to work, and gave the man a bean award.

Although it is not rich, it is a familiar taste for Song Anyang.

Pei Yue is not picky when he eats, but he is not accustomed to water and soil and lacks appetite; Sitting in the slightly empty living room of Song Anyang's house, I couldn't eat a bite of glutinous rice cakes.

Song Anyang saw that the man had not eaten it, and he didn't think deeply, so he opened his mouth and said: "My mother specially prepared it for you, you can eat an egg anyway, this egg is still born from a chicken raised by my grandfather." ”

When the words fell, Song Anyang knocked an egg and sent it to the man, waiting for the man to eat it with great anticipation.

It was difficult to resist the enthusiasm, even though the man couldn't eat it, but he also saw that it was Song Anyang who knocked it, and reached out to take it.

The man took the egg, and Song Anyang continued to eat his own with peace of mind.

Before, Song Anyang and Pei Yue had breakfast together, Pei Yue has always been elegant and calm, and his demeanor always makes Song Anyang's eating movements a little cramped.

But this time, Song Anyang was conniving after returning home, and he didn't even use chopsticks, so he just held it with his hand and ate it openly.

After eating, Song Anyang cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and Pei Yue was at Song Anyang's house, walking around to see the situation at Anyang's house.

Yesterday came and went in a hurry, and he didn't have time to look.

Today, Pei Yue discovered that the situation of Song Anyang's family can only be described in four words: simple and clean.

There are very few furnishings in the living room, except for the necessary furniture, only two decorations, a picture of eight horses, and a late clock.

As for the room, there was a little more than the stuff outside, but only a little.

After Pei Yue looked at the furnishings of Song Anyang's house downstairs, his dark eyes flashed with a cluster of drowning, and he felt that Song Anyang's house was not much different from what he had guessed before.

The only thing he didn't expect was that after breakfast, when he returned to Song Anyang's room again, he unexpectedly saw a copy of Song Anyang's homework diary in middle school and high school!

A small blue notebook with names and classes, as well as comments from teachers.

Between the right to privacy, Pei Yue never thought of reading Song Anyang's diary, but the homework diary, the woman's teacher and classmates have seen it, and it should not be a private thing.